[Kids were rushing out of the dining hall in a specific direction. At first, it was hard to see what the half-dozen bodies were crowding around, whether the Alices' voices were emanating from this side of the door at all.
Ib, the youngest in an age that wasn't alien in some way, a distinct silhouette in red clothes regularly. Mizuki had never spoken with her directly. And now, she thinks, she never will.]
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Ib, the youngest in an age that wasn't alien in some way, a distinct silhouette in red clothes regularly. Mizuki had never spoken with her directly. And now, she thinks, she never will.]
No... You can't...